Vincent POV
Death by diligence
This careless, spoiled child writhed against my embrace. As he woke, he cursed me, begging me to end his existence. What a trifle, forsaking the life he was given. This despair was embedded into his soul; all because of me.
The aching of my heart meant nothing compared to his sorrow. One second I thought I had lost every meaning to live, then he appeared with his misguided, shameful deeds. Any other person would have died for what they did to my Kavielle.
Not this boy—his scent burned into my heart. That taste of his blood bonded us together in a new way. His feelings, his heart—all became clear to me that moment it touched my tongue.
"Let me go, you bastard!" He croaked harshly, trying to wrench away from me.
